I packed my bags,I grabbed a ride
the chariot of fire, crossin over to the other side
closed my eyes, held my breath
waiting for the pain inside
take my soul, take my life
take everything that makes me alive
take my pride and my vanity
just let me keep this insanity
let me crawl through the dust ,for what's wrong n unjust
let me breathe the foul air ,let my lungs burn and rust
let me scream loud ,for the pain i shout
till the heavens burn ,blood trickled from the cloud
till the hell is cold and demons fled
till there's nothin left but the pain that made me bled
till the sun is dark and the stars are gone
but the pain is there going on and on
1 comment:
Wow!! Now thats what means living upto expectations and keeping ur promises. U said "darker stuff" would soon be there and now I am seeing it.
Dunno what to comment. Again saying that its a masterpiece or calling you a maestro would seem to be like repeating myself.
Cheerzz!! Keep Writing.(Now waiting for ur book on Yarmia. And please use real names)
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